Letting Go

Your presence although unavoidable and intolerable

Has become somewhat normal.

Your presence doesn’t kindle a fire in me anymore

And your absence doesn’t extinguish the flame which was burning before.

You and words have now become a memory,

A memory to never be forgotten

But a memory now to be freed

And to be forgiven.

It was never you that intoxicated my mind,

But the idea of you.

It was easy to give in to something false

Because the truth didn’t include the actual you.